seconds never passed so slow
as when i first laid eyes on the corpse
of a well-rounded student
yelling, "i want to fall flat
on my face"
he took me by surprise
i was just washing spots off
the bathroom mirror
stranger, you in all your wide-eyed glory
make me want to give it all up
for something more
but i'm a helmer, a son, i don't know
where more is
or if it's even meant for me
teach me to destroy, if that's what you call it
but teach me. i need it
the chain-link lunch line
strangled me
turntable troubles pulled me into
relapse, overlapping thoughts
underlying groans
and every second passes slow
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